On one of our Fort Lauderdale trips, as four of my friends, three guys and another female, and I dined in a beachside dive bar, we saw a boat captain and his mate that we knew from home. After brief negotiations, we chartered their boat for the next morning to go to Bimini, Bahamas. This trip was one of the most unforgettable trips. It involved hookers, deep sea fishing, and a man that dropped his pants.
Deep Sea Fishing
Early the following morning, we began our 50-mile journey to Bimini on the 48-foot-Hatteras fishing boat. As we crossed the Atlantic, the mate tossed red bait, or chum, into the royal blue Atlantic to attract fish. The chum formed a bloody stream behind the boat, and we dragged several fishing lines through it.
We lounged on the boat talking and enjoying the sun reflecting off the ocean. Some of us sat in the cockpit while others lay on the bow. When a fish took the bait, the line zinged and our adrenaline soared. It was like a fire alarm had sounded. We jumped up and scrambled to the cockpit.
“Who’s in the chair, who’s in the chair?” the mate shouted. Immediately, one of us jumped in the fighting chair to take a turn. As the fish fought, we cheered each other on then high-fived everytime that we boarded a fish.
When the fishing line zipped through the water and it was my turn, the mate harnessed me in the chair so that I wouldn’t get pulled overboard while I reeled in the fish. Furthermore, he showed me how to keep tension on the fishing line so that the fish couldn’t get away.
I struggled with the fish for about 15 minutes, and I needed to use both my hands on the reel to bring it in. Finally, I caught a barracuda that weighed about 60 pounds, but with the fight, it felt like it weighed closer to 200 pounds.
Additionally, during the course of our trip, we caught several dolphins, the fish not the mammal. That day was my first-time deep sea fishing, and I loved it.
When we arrived in Bimini, we docked at the Bimini Big Game Club marina. Some local teenage boys greeted us and we offered them our fish. They readily accepted and began to clean them. Though barracuda is poisonous, they knew what to do to ensure that the fish was safe to eat.
End of the World Bar
We left the boat and headed down Bimini’s main street in Alice Town. On our walk, several locals approached us selling drugs. We ignored them and kept walking.
We attempted to stop into the End of the World Bar that we had read about in books. It was a seaside locals hangout with a sand floor. We thought that it would be the perfect place to grab a drink and mingle with the locals. It didn’t work out as planned and we didn’t even make it in the door.
When we stepped into the shack, a bare-chested man stood in front of us and dropped his pants. Did I mention that my friend was wearing a bikini?
We left the bar quickly. I wonder what would have happened if we had laughed at him, probably not a good idea. However, this was one of many incidents that made our trip memorable.
Hookers on Yacht
After exploring Alice Town, we eventually returned to our boat. The three guys in our group grilled hamburgers while us two girls got ready for the evening.
When my friend and I emerged from the boat, we smelled hamburgers sizzling and saw the three guys laughing and smiling while gawking at the yacht that was docked nearby. Lucky for them, our boat was next to a yacht occupied by about 10 old men who ranged in ages from 55 to 70 and their attractive hookers.
As the guys grilled, grinned, and burned the burgers, they seemed like they couldn’t take their eyes off the hookers. The men from the yacht with drinks in hand partied with their escorts.
The girls in their plunging brightly colored sundresses that barely covered their thighs danced and twirled for the men to the syncopated beat of island music that emanated from the yacht. To make my guy friends even happier, some of the hookers grabbed the bottom of their dresses and lifted them over their waists.
Furthermore, my friends watched as one or two of the old men entered motel rooms with the girls. Sometimes it was two hookers with one man or two and three hookers with two men. The hookers and old men put on quite a show for my friends.
“We never realized that we liked grilling this much,” said one of the guys.
To this day, I’ve never seen any of those three guys light a grill much less know how to use one to cook food.
But, more importantly, the prostitute show didn’t end there.
The Compleat Angler
After lots of laughs and dining on dried crispy hamburgers with burnt cheese that crunched in our mouths, we headed to the bar and lodging that Ernest Hemingway had frequented, The Compleat Angler.
Not only was Ernest Hemingway a famous visitor, but other notables included Jimmy Buffet and Lucille Ball. Additionally, Gary Hart, a presidential hopeful, ruined his career at the Compleat Angler when someone photographed him with a woman other than his wife.
At the Compleat Angler, the five of us played the famous ring-toss game with our captain, mate, and some of the locals. The object of the game is to toss a metal ring that is attached to a rope that hangs from the ceiling onto a metal hook affixed to the wall. After a few tries, we were able to toss and hook the ring. However, the locals caught the hook with the ring most of the time, lucky for us that we weren’t playing for money.
Old Men and Hookers
As we played the ring toss game, a raucous group entered the Compleat Angler. My guy friends seemed elated that the hookers and old men had arrived. Steel drum music permeated the place, and it seemed that everyone was having a good time.
As the night wore on, the escorts swayed to the beat, then to our surprise some hopped up on the tables, and a few danced on the bar. Once again, we watched the “old men and hookers’ show.” The night flew by quickly, and it was around midnight when we left the Compleat Angler. Luckily we had a short walk to the boat.
In the morning after we refilled supplies, we headed back to Florida. We chummed and fished on the way back and the party began again.
Thinking about this unexpected trip to Bimini, Bahamas, still makes me smile. Not only did we visit the Bahamas for the first time, but we created lasting memories.
Deep sea fishing, the old men and hookers, and the man that dropped his pants created an adventure that I will never forget.
The moral of the story is that if you have an opportunity to travel on the spur of the moment, do it. Hopefully, you will create memories that will last a lifetime.